mustache feathers
i've become the voyeur
of your gentle hands
have we ever looked
more ridiculous
or ideal?
sip & scratch
dip & scumble
nip & stroke
tonight you made me shave my face
your bird is tattooed
mine is inside
-
the lonesome trollop
with a fast paced dash across a sea salt patch
two feet tip toed through the sticky batter
all that could be said for the lonesome trollop was
stated through the oil spill of pantone 292 -
a trail unraveled by the gumshoes lack of matter-----++===+=
the bible belt of the north holds many a humming juice
jesus cookie had a blood bath
the first day i met you i said, gimme your monkey toes
so i too may know how to lift things.
back in december when you first spread yr toes apart i said,
god damnit, theres like 3 inches in between each one
this has to be the worst piece of writing ive ever dictated to you.
its only cause i don't have a secretary.
and the dots swim round&round.
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